Gerard's POV

I was in the kitchen with Frank ordering pizza as I hear a knock at the door. Frank gets up to answer it, but just in case, I tell him to go to my room instead and let me see who the visitor is. I finish up the phone call, and make my way over to the front door. I open it slowly, and a tall, brunette man stands on the porch, facing the road.
"Um, may I help you?"
He turns around, and I can tell who he is. It confuses me at first, but the pieces slowly fall into place; this man looks exactly like Frank, just older and taller. He looks like a feral animal, his clothes torn up and exposed skin dirty.
"Hi, yes, I was wondering if you know this boy? He's been missing for a few days and I'm very worried."
He digs around his pocket for a second, and pulls out a picture of Frank. I look at it intently, as if to think about if I've seen him before, then shake my head slowly.
"No, sir, I'm sorry, I don't believe I have. Good luck finding him, though."
I shoot him a soft smile, and he returns the expression.
"Thank you. His name is Frank, if you ever see him around. Call me if you do."
He takes out an old receipt and a pen, jotting down his number. He hands it to me quickly, and almost runs away. I shut the door slowly and lock it, recapping everything that just happened.
"I-Is he gone-?"
I see Frank poke his head out from my bedroom door, tears in his eyes. I run over and hug him tightly, letting him know it's okay.
"He's gone, you're okay, I've got you."
He nods into my chest, and I kiss the crown of his head soothingly. We stand there for awhile, and suddenly there's another knock at the door. Frank's head whips to face the door, and goes back downstairs in a rush. I walk over to answer, and a stocky red head kid stands with pizzas in his hands. I grab the money on the counter, and trade him for the pizza. We exchange smiles, and I shut the door once again.
"It's only the pizza, babe!"
Frank runs into the kitchen as soon as I reassure him of nothing to worry about, and he devours two slices in less that two minutes. I stare at him, slightly worried, and he smiles at me, mouth full.
"Sex does things to me."
I laugh out loud at his response, and kiss his temple while grabbing myself a slice. We sit and eat in silence, enjoying the food. Once we finish, we throw away our mess and go back downstairs.
"Gee, what if he finds out I'm here?"
I actually am wondering the same thing; what will happen?
"I'm not too sure, Frankie, but I won't let him hurt you, I promise."
He kisses me, and puts his head on my shoulder.
"I love you, so much."
"I love you too baby."
We sit for awhile, and talk about random stuff neither of us really care about.
"I wanna do something fun."
He smiles when he finishes the sentence, so I know it will lead to nothing good.
"What do you have in mind?"
"I want you to draw me again,"
He stands up and takes off the shirt I lent him.
"But this time, nude."
He said the word 'nude' very lustfully, and it actually sparked my interest, drawing Frank like that.
"Alright, I like that idea. Take off your boxers and let's begin."

Notes

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